A traitor

Once the illness came like a mountain, although it was a little sudden, it was not a cold day.

Hearing the news of Su Qinglang's serious illness, Liang wailed and came to the Mei Mansion with Su Zheshan. At that time, he saw Su Qinglang standing in the courtyard going mad.

He was only wearing an undershirt, his hair was disheveled, and his feet were bare. He was running around in the yard, as if he was anxiously looking for something.

The servants of Mei Mansion were messed up by him, and they followed him one by one, for fear that something would happen to him, while Mei Liusheng stood not far from him, although he wanted to find an opportunity to bring Su Qinglang back to his room, but Every time he approached, Su Qinglang backed away repeatedly in shock, unable to get any closer.

He knew that Su Qinglang was going crazy right now, so he had to be patient, and he must not be in a hurry, so he said softly, "Qinglang, can you go back with me to put on your shoes first?"

Su Qinglang was surrounded by people, like a frightened little white rabbit, the slightest movement could scare him into a jolt.

Therefore, regarding Mei Liusheng's words, he didn't listen to a single word, and still looked around in horror, as if looking for something.

Aware of his intentions, Mei Liusheng changed his tactics and said to him again: "What are you looking for, we will help you find it together."

As he said that, as if he really wanted to help, he took a step forward.

Seeing his actions, Su Qinglang was startled again, took a step back, then looked at Mei Liusheng, hesitated for a moment, and then timidly said: "Look for someone..."

Hearing Su Qinglang's answer, Mei Liusheng was momentarily sour and momentarily joyful. The joyful thing was that from yesterday to today, this was the first sentence he heard Su Qinglang say. The sour thing was that seeing Su Qinglang's way of speaking, he had already Sure, Su Qinglang is really crazy and stupid this time, and I don't know how to recover.

After a while, I could only endure the pain and ask, "Who are you looking for?"

Su Qinglang showed a confused expression.Obviously, after so much fuss, he didn't know who he was looking for.

Although the servants in the mansion were respectful, they were tortured enough by him. They dared not say anything, but couldn't hide their impatience.

Mei Liusheng was surprisingly patient, and continued to comfort him, "I have already sent someone to notify him of that person, and he will be here soon, so why don't you go back with me first?"

Su Qinglang was silent, blinking his eyes slowly, looking at Mei Liusheng with a dull expression, after a while, as if recalling something, a look of panic flashed in his expression, he stood there in a daze, as if muttering to himself: "I can't find it, he's dead..."

As he said that, he started to move his feet, looking at the surrounding land in a daze: "Blood, it's all blood..."

Seeing his tears pouring down like rain, Mei Liusheng knew that something was wrong and couldn't control him so much, so he quickly stepped forward and grabbed him, just about to hold him in his arms and take him back when he saw Su Qinglang suddenly lose control, Shrunk himself into a ball, collapsed in his arms and cried bitterly.

Mei Liusheng had no choice but to kneel down in his position, let him sit on the ground, hug him, and gently patted his head: "It's okay, it's okay..."

When Su Zheshan and Liang Shi arrived, they saw such a scene, but they could only stand aside and watch, not knowing how to calm Su Qinglang down.

After a long time, Su Qinglang finally had enough crying, and his voice gradually became quieter. Finally, he tilted his head and passed out again in Mei Liusheng's arms.

Mei Liusheng picked him up, saw the two Su family members standing aside, stopped in his tracks, but only took a look, and carried him into the house without saying anything.

The doctor came just in time, and seeing Mei Liusheng put Su Qinglang on the bed and pulled the quilt, he stepped forward to give him his pulse.

Seeing the three people in the room with concerned expressions, he finally just said, maybe it's okay to cry, if there is a reaction, it means that the chance of Su Qinglang's recovery is a little higher.

After taking the pulse, another needle was given, and Su Qinglang's mood was much more stable. He lay peacefully on the bed, and fell asleep the whole time, neither crying nor fussing.

After Mei Liusheng sent the doctor away, he turned back and saw the Su couple still standing by the bed, as if they were afraid of disturbing Su Qinglang, they both leaned out their eyes, just watched quietly, weeping silently, not daring to go up Previous step.

He had heard before that Young Master Su had been the treasure in the family's palm since he was a child, and he was the darling of his heart. Looking at him now, he was undoubtedly stabbing their hearts with a knife.

Su Zheshan looked at his half-crazy and half-stupid son lying on the bed, and recalled his vigorous appearance in the past, tears welled up in his eyes, and he turned around unable to look any longer.

When he was about to step out, he suddenly heard Su Qinglang hum in surprise, immediately stopped in his tracks, turned around, and saw that Su Qinglang was still lying down, waving his hand a few times indiscriminately, murmuring something indistinctly.Then, it gradually calmed down.

Su Zheshan stood in the same place, but Liang couldn't help it, and slowly approached him, stood by the bed and watched for a while, before hearing Su Qinglang muttered softly: "Mother, it hurts so much..."

After listening to this sentence, Liang shi burst into tears instantly. She covered her lips, but couldn't help crying, and collapsed on the side of Su Qinglang's bed, trembling her hands to comfort her: "It doesn't hurt, just wait for the sickness." Well, it doesn't hurt anymore..."

Although Su Qinglang was spoiled and raised since childhood, his teeth are very tight. When he was a child, he got sick and got needles, fell and was injured. Even when he was tortured like that in the sky prison, he never yelled the word "pain".

It's just that if you don't cry out for pain, it doesn't mean that you don't feel pain. When you hit the whip, there will be a bloody scar. The blood is stained on the clothes, but the tears can be held back to the heart.However, the pain that cannot be called painful, how painful is it?

Now, what he saw in his dream was a certain evening when he was a child. Because he ran too fast, he fell down and hurt his hand, his skin was broken, and he was bleeding. , although struggling with indignation, but there is nothing to do, can only be sad and desperate, feeling that the world is so dark that people can't see the end at a glance.

Either way, she didn't dare to think about it.

She used to think that she had done well enough, her mother was kind and filial, at least she could replace his biological mother somewhat.

However, in the end, I found that some things, some feelings, even in the subconscious, still cannot be replaced.

Seeing Mrs. Liang lying on the bed crying, Mei Liusheng couldn't bear it, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Mrs. Su, Qinglang didn't rest well last night. Don't be too sad. Let him rest first." .”

Hearing this, Su Zheshan stepped forward to help Mrs. Liang up, comforted her for a while, and then the two walked out step by step.

Since Mrs. Liang was like this, Su Zheshan still had to say some things by himself. Seeing that Mei Liusheng was also coming out, he hesitated for a moment before saying, "The dog has been bothering you for two days. Thank you, Master Mei, for taking care of me. Today we, my husband and I, are going to take care of you. He took it back to take care of..."

Mei Liusheng had expected that he would say this. After all, Su Qinglang's family was still there, and he had a mansion himself, so it was really unreasonable to live in someone else's house.

But he lowered his head and remained silent for a long time before saying, "I can take good care of him."

Su Zheshan was startled, and then saw Mei Liusheng raised his head, facing his gaze, and said firmly, "Master Su, please leave him to me, I can take good care of him."

Su Zheshan didn't expect Mei Liusheng to say this, but he thought of what happened in the prison before.For a while, I couldn't react: "You..."

Knowing that he was wrong, Mei Liusheng lowered his head again, and said shamelessly: "Lord Su, I know this matter is unreasonable, but please leave him to me."

The cabbage raised at home failed to attract bees, but was missed by another cabbage. At this time, Su Zheshan should have pulled Mei Liusheng by the collar and yelled "You kid is talking nonsense".

However, for some reason, perhaps overwhelmed by his courage and determination, he was speechless for a while.

Thinking back to the past, I had already said that I didn't have a son like Su Qinglang in this life, and was so confused that he was poisoned and killed his parents and children in the prison because of a moment of anger. With all these things, how could he still be qualified to be a father again?What qualifications are there to judge whether Mei Liusheng can take care of his son?

Coming out of the room, Liang's mood gradually calmed down. Hearing Mei Liusheng say that Su Qinglang was entrusted to his care, he was about to say something, but was stopped by Su Zheshan.

Su Zheshan evaded and said: "Master Mei is busy with work, if she still needs to take care of the children, I'm afraid..."

After a pause, Mei Liusheng answered, "I have handed over the paper to the emperor. During this time, I will rest at home and take care of Qinglang."

"This……"

Su Zheshan was at a loss for words for a while, finally sighed, nodded, and cupped his hands and said, "Then, there is Mrs. Laumei..."

After sending these two people away, Mei Liusheng returned to the courtyard.At this time, the servants had already left, and they were busy with their own affairs. The huge courtyard seemed a bit empty.

He didn't want to go into the room, but he didn't want to be too far away, so he just stood in the courtyard.

This courtyard was repaired according to Su Qinglang's suggestion. It is different from before. Now it is simple and grand, and it has changed from the complexity of the past. He likes it very much.

However, this kind of liking is a special kind of liking. There are so many houses in the world. Over the years, he has traveled all over the world, changing houses faster than flipping through books, but this is the only place that has entered his heart and won his favor.

Perhaps, what he really likes is that there are traces about Su Qinglang in this yard, the traces that he and Su Qinglang have in common.

Every bit, bit by bit, he treasured it with all his heart, not daring to be negligent, any less would be disappointment, any more would be joy, even he himself felt baffled.

After standing in the courtyard for a long time, he still walked into the room. Su Qinglang was still asleep. He sat silently beside the bed, watched for a while, and said, "You...do you even care about him?"

He found that now, even jealousy is powerless.

A dead person falls into Su Qinglang's heart. He can do nothing, but he can comfort himself. It doesn't matter. That person is already dead. What else can he do? Qingming erased his traces in his heart.

But now, another one came.

A person, a moth to the flame, carves a knife with his life, and pays such a price, how can it be forgotten?

Compared with the dead, the biggest weakness and biggest advantage of the living is this. They are dead, but he is still alive.